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Week 9.
WEEK 9 The one thing Team Galactic seems to have done right in this world is perfecting teleportation technology. The device Maylene gave Rey will get all of you back to Eterna City easily; from there, it's a matter of very briefly stocking up on supplies on Sunday before you move westward, away from the massive, imposing form of Mount Coronet and into the deep shadows of Eterna Forest. During your brief stay in Eterna City, it's likely that you'll notice a few things have changed, as far as both the people and the Pokémon go; this holds true as you make your preparations and disappear into the forest on Monday. It's heartening, maybe, to know that once again your actions seem to have made a difference; meanwhile, the trip to Lake Verity looks to be a long one, but it isn't entirely insurmountable. The forest itself is large and dark, covered high overhead with a thick canopy of trees; the Pokémon here are plentiful, which likely cuts down on any inherent creepiness to the place - whether that's a good or a bad thing depends entirely on your point of view. Either way, it's going to be quite the adventure trying to make your way through; here's hoping that your luck continues to hold over the coming week... POKEMON AVAILABLE: PLAINS/FOREST SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week nine of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend. Don't forget that a write-up is due this weekend!] |
GARBAGE
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Either way, are you kidding, the little speed bug absolutely saw that ugly patch. It's free real estate as far as they're concerned. Really, they were just gonna mind their own business and scurry around to try and nab that little thing. No big deal, just steal that sweet little thing and run--
Of course, Duma manages to put a dent in that plan, albeit...in a way that sees the Burmy kind of. Freak a bit?
Duma's little body slam misses only barely as the Burmy starts to run erratically, letting out a little squeak of fear as they try to find a hiding space? Of course, Camilla's hot on their trail as they just straight up try to rush behind Emmeryn and hide. WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THIS, DUMA, LEAVE THEM BE!!
...Meanwhile, Camilla is kind of stopping to catch her breath from this goddamn ordeal but she is. Looking appropriately horrified even from a distance, oh god, she's gotta apologize so hard, give her a moment--]
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Duma!
[Except she can't just lunge forward to scold him while her Ralts and Nidoran are still in her lap?!?! She kind of—okay so there's a garbage worm hiding behind her now, did, did it just try and steal her shit??? More importantly—]
Oh, Duma, look how you've frightened the poor thing!
[Huffing as he picks himself up, Duma kicks at the ground once or twice and leans his head forward.]
No headbutting! [P-PUTS ONE ARM OUT TO PROTECT THE BURMY AND THE OTHER IN FRONT OF HER OTHER POKÉMON??? Duma whines and plops down onto his butt, at least, probably unlikely to start...much more severe shit......]
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Of course, Camilla's going to finally come up after a moment to steel herself, looking to Emmeryn with the single most guilty expression on planet earth.]
...Emmeryn. I imagine I have much explaining to do.
[...Burmy peeks out at that, looking at Camilla and probably ripe to be pounced if Duma decides to break the rules, but oh god.]
I trust that they haven't caused you any more than a scare in their fervent journey?
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Good evening, Camilla. [Emmeryn, at least, just sort of smiles good-naturedly, if a little obviously bewildered by how much everything happens. Thankfully, Duma doesn't try to fucking throw down again (for now), but the new Ralts in Emmeryn's lap peers around her to stare at Burmy judgmentally.]
No, nothing more than that at all. I am so sorry for Duma, he has been so wretchedly rambunctious as of late... Is everything all right?
[she doesn't know what's happening here but it seems like a lot]
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But also, god. Emmeryn you are about twenty times better than what Camilla would be in this situation, good lord. Either way, Camilla calmly takes a breath.]
Please don't apologize. My dear new partner simply needs to learn that they can't go around stealing other people's garbage...
[The Burmy comes out from behind Emmeryn a bit--though they shrink a little bit from the Ralts' judgemental look, they do make a slightly indignant little noise to express their displeasure before a very slightly icey look sends it skittering behind Emmeryn again.]
Really, I'm not sure what prompted the interest in such a thing, nor why they would come to you! You're likely the cleanest among us, so it simply makes no sense.
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[Color her confused, then, enough that she doesn't notice her Ralts glaring more intensely, trying to shift her way around Latona, whose bigass bunny ears twitch in her...well, she was asleep.]
Is it because it may still smell like food? [that's a thing wild animals do, right???] I didn't think I had left anything out...
[She shuffles through her things a bit—all the food is sealed, and she shakes out the blankets outside her backpack one by one to make sure nothing has gotten into them. Her little cross-stitch flutters out in the process, but she just picks it up and sets it at her other side before continuing to fuss with the blankets, because why would the weird trash worm be interested in that? Duma is taking the opportunity to get in the way and toddle back over so he can roll around in one of the blankets, though...]
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[Camilla doesn't notice what Ralts is doing either, and Burmy just kind of keeps their attention focused on the little cross stitch for the moment. When she sets it aside, that's when they start to skitter on over to try and nab it for themselves. Trying to be sneaky in the process, and at least not drawing Camilla's attention while she goes to help Emmeryn.
Sneak sneak sneak sneak...]
I wouldn't worry yourself over it too much, really.
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Oh, thank you, Camilla.
[The bad news: Ralts totally does, and makes a soft, scolding noise at the Burmy—but it isn't enough to completely attract Emmeryn's attention.]
So long as the two of you are all right, then. That was quite the chase!
[The worst news: the Ralts's chastising does get Duma's attention. He doesn't notice until just about the precise moment that unattended cross-stitch gets nabbed, at which point he squawks, leans forward, and charges.
SO MUCH FOR NO HEADBUTTS]
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[...oh lord. Ohhhh lord, this is bad and now Burmy is feeling threatened again. And you know what that means!
TIME TO RUN AWAAAAAAAAAAY--]
Ah--get back here! Don't you go running off again like that!
[WAIT, WHY IS DUMA CHARGING, SHE IS. LOST? VERY LOST. Uh--]
...Emmeryn, I will be right back--they didn't take anything from you, did they?
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[Said dragonsaur just ends up headbutting the air beside Emmeryn and falling flat onto his face with a sad little squawk, just by the place Emmeryn's little cross-stitch was. She shuffles through the nearest blanket, quickly, but—]
Oh, dear. I—had a cross-stitched project here, I may have simply misplaced it, but... [She's a little alarmed, actually? More so when Duma, still full of righteous fury, picks himself up and runs off after our dear garbage friend.]
Duma, no!
[gently picks Latona and then her Ralts up and sets them beside her so that she can joIN CAMILLA ON THE CHASE SHE GUESSES!!!]
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Thankfully, the little Burmy eventually...tires out...it's probably gonna be a race to see who gets to the little garbage friend first, but Camilla's going to likely stop just before barreling into the garbage friend? Jesus--]
Darling, let me see what you have. If you took something from Emmeryn, you're giving it back at once.
[There's a squeak coming from the Burmy, who holds the little cross stitch tighter--all it depends on now is who enters stage left first.]
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the unfortunate fact of the matter is that Emmeryn doesn't ever have any reason to run anywhere, have you met her ever at all, does she look like the kind of lady who runs places??? this means she is easily outrun by one furious little dragonsaur, whose squawks roughly translate to give it back give it back GIVE IT BACK!! to those garbage friends who can understand it.
Duma isn't the one who reaches this fucking shitshow first, though—Ralts is. As it turns out, those fuckers can teleport?
So the scene becomes: Ralts, magically appearing into existence at the Burmy's side, looking as deeply judgmental as ever. Duma, charging on ahead from the other side, stopping himself from going full headbutt half due to shock, half due to Emmeryn's distant admonishing. ...Emmeryn, trying to catch up behind Duma, overestimating her own ability to run and breathe at the same time.
DEEP BREATH!!] No headbutting. [wh-wheeeeeze, please give her a minute,]